Promise
Getting nipped in the bud is
Not so lucky
If you are the bud.
Buds foreshadow growth
Nipped buds,
Promises unfulfilled.
Reckless in November
The Rose of Sharon swelled expectantly
With buds, green miniature candles,
Flickering in the icy wind,
With hapless promise.
Swollen with hope,
July buds exploded,
Red novas, yellow flame at the center,
Throwing out pink brilliance
Generous inside and out,
The promised self delivered.
Bud-ghosts of November
Stood vigilant, shrouded in snow,
Nipped, nativity foregone.
When promises bloom
on earth as they do in heaven
Comes the kingdom.
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